Asher's POV

Big castle. Big big castle. Those are my only thought as Aria shows the guards the poster and they usher us inside.

Thick, expensive carpets, marble arches, high, domed ceilings. Everything about this place screamed wealth and luxury. 

We at directed to the Throne Room, which is apparently, you guessed it, where the thrones are. Honestly, I can't believe they couldn't come up with a better name. Like, what about the Royal Room, or just The Room. People are so unimaginative.

The Queen, a lady who actually looks like she could be related to Aria, has a stern expression on her face. Aria gets the shape of her face from the Queen. The King, who, again looks like he could be related to Aria, sits rigid on his cha-no, throne. Aria gets her eyes and lips and nose from the King.

"H-h-hello," Aria stammers. "I-I-I hear you're looking for y-y-your daughter. I believe I am her." The monarchs look completely confused. Then they study Aria closer. The Queen covers her mouth and her eyes look glassy. The King simply stands. He walks over to Aria. And hugs her.

"I recognize you now," he murmurs, "Welcome, daughter. What is your name?"

"A-A-Aria," Aria says, clearly dumbfounded and shocked.

"Well then, Aria, welcome to your new home," the King smiles. He then notices me. "Who is this fine fellow? (Sry, I couldn't help making him sound old-timey) Is he here with you?" He asks Aria.

"Yes. This is my boyfriend, Asher," she replies confidently. I give a shy wave. The Queen, who has made her way over to her husband, smiles and beckons me to come closer. I do and she brings me into a hug. I'm too shocked to do anything for a moment, but I hug her back. I feel another pair of arms wrapping around me, and then yet another pair. Family hug, I guess.

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TEN YEARS LATER

Aria's POV

"MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!! IZZY'S CHASING ME!!!" my daughter, Bea, scream from below. I sigh.

"BREAK IT UP!!! DON'T YOU DARE IZZY!!! NO—MOM! DAD! THE GIRLS WON'T STOP FIGHTING!!!" my son, Charlie, calls from downstairs. Based on the screaming that followed Charlie's outburst, it sounded like my daughter, Isabella, AKA Izzy, was chasing Bea because of something, and Char was trying to break it up. We call Charlie Char sometimes. 

I sigh. Char is 18, Izzy is 10, and Bea is 7. They got into so much mischief.

"Aria, let's go downstairs and see what's going on," Asher suggests from the doorway. I nod. Asher and I had gotten married as soon as possible, and we were happily living in the castle. I couldn't wait to see what trouble they'd gotten themselves into this time.

THE END

A/N: so, I case you couldn't tell, I based this story off of Rapunzel, just bc I could. Writing this was very fun. I kinda want to make more stories based on fairy tales. 

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Cya in the next story peoples!